HELLO, August!

Hello, August! We’re ready for more early morning swims in the ocean when the world is quiet and belongs just to us. We’re ready for more hiking and picnics in the meadows and music and dancing.

We’re ready for bowls of ripe cherries and feasting on fresh strawberries and blackberries, still warm from the sun. We’re ready for ice cream sandwiches for lunch and eating popcorn and watching old movies on the couch. We’re ready for sunset walks and cheeseburgers with heirloom tomatoes and corn on the cob for dinner.

We’re ready to stay up late playing games of Scrabble and working on jigsaw puzzles. We’re ready to continue to celebrate summer and all that it holds.

{Lilly Pulitzer, on her boat, 1964, by Howell Conant HERE // Pinned HERE}

Goodbye, July!

We were up before 5am this morning and slowly got ready. Mr. Michie made a pot of coffee and heated up two pain au chocolat to go, while I worked on packing our bag with towels. We were on the beach before 7am and found a quiet spot to make camp. We ate our breakfast and watched the waves roll in. We toasted the end of the month and the beginning of the weekend.

After breakfast we went for a swim. The water was delicious! It was a perfect morning.

Life is GOOD!

How Glad I Am

You don’t know how glad I am that today is Friday. This has been an up and down kind of week. But, we’ve made it to the end. There is bread rising on the counter, butter softening to make spritz cookies and tomorrow we’re having a “Christmas in July” party.

We’re getting the ball rolling tonight with a little bowl of Christmas fettuccine and watching “The Holiday”.

Here’s to the weekend!

{Image: Nancy Wilson, How Glad I Am, Album Cover, 1964}

HELLO, July!

Well, hello July! We’re ready for school to finish for the summer this month and to have a chance to catch our breath. We’re ready to keep our 70s music groove rolling as we dance in the kitchen with evening closing in. We’re ready for more sunny days and early morning walks when the rest of the world is still sleeping.

We’re ready for afternoons spent on the couch with the windows open wide, letting the ocean breeze drift in and a good book in hand. We’re ready for more dinners by candlelight, setting up the projector to watch old movies and have our annual Christmas in July party. We’re ready for chances to go hiking nearby and cooling off in the water on hot summer days.

We’re ready to feast on ham sandwiches with heirloom tomatoes on homemade bread for lunch time with glasses of sweet tea by our side. We’re ready for ice cream for dinner and the taste of salt air on our lips. We’re ready for summer and the freedom it promises to bring.

{Julie Blues Marvelous New Swim Cap, Janet Hill Studio // Pinned HERE}

HELLO, June!

Hello, June! We’re ready for the longer days you bring, the warmer weather, dinners by candlelight as the sun quietly sets, beach music and long strolls. We’re ready to go seashell hunting, eat breakfast on the beach, watch our garden grow, stay up late watching old movies and read good books on slow afternoons with sweet iced tea by our sides. We’re ready to feast on strawberries fresh from the fields still warm from the sun with juice running down our chins and eat our weight in heirloom tomato sandwiches with salty potato chips on the side.

{Summer 1956 // Pinned HERE}


Today we celebrate sixteen years of marriage. How did sixteen years go by so quickly? Mr. Michie is the only person I want to be on this adventure with. Whatever the road ahead holds, we face it together, just as we have always done.

I think that Henry Fonda said it best, as Frank Beardsley in Yours, Mine, and Ours, because in all the monotony at times of day to day life, there is still magic to be found with the person you love by your side, it’s there in the little things:

Until you’re ready for it, all the rest is just a big fraud. All the crazy haircuts in the world won’t keep it turning. Life isn’t a love in, it’s the dishes and the orthodontist and the shoe repairman and… ground round instead of roast beef. And I’ll tell you something else: it isn’t going to a bed with a man that proves you’re in love with him; it’s getting up in the morning and facing the drab, miserable, wonderful everyday world with him that counts.

{Image // Dean Martin with his wife, Jeanne, at home, 1958. Allan Grant The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images HERE}